The Forest

I stand inside the forest
In the safety of the brush;
‘Neath the shadows of the pine boughs,
And the comfort is enough
To keep me here not moving.
And in the silent sounds
The healing of my heart
Is all that time allows.
If I move too quickly
The rustling of the leaves
Breaks the quiet healing
In the shadows of the trees.
Sunlight whispers softly
The words lost in the breeze
But still it fails to get through
The shadows holding me.
I hear the world beyond me
In the clearing at the edge
My time is here for now
And I live with no regrets.
As I look out through the silence
It’s music to my eyes;
Time will offer me
The chance to mend my life.
The shadows of the forest
Will wrap me in their care;
Time will choose its time
For the chances that I dare.

kwilkes
1/15/09